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I don’t know if it’s because I’m turning into a grumpy old moo, or if it’s a blindy thing, but I’m finding it increasingly difficult to cope with disorganisation and chaos. Surprising really, as anyone who knows me well would never describe me as tidy or well organised. The exact opposite in fact! I am finding it increasingly tedious, not to say stressful, wasting time searching around for things that aren’t where I think they are. For most people, all it takes to find something they are looking for, that they aren’t sure where they left, or that someone has ‘helpfully’ moved, is a quick visual scan. For me it’s the full on fingertip search. I shudder to think how many years of my life have been used up by the simple act of searching around for things that are hidden in plain sight!. This was always a real challenge while keeping horses at livery, or on someone else’s yard. . Over the years I’ve experienced everything from the basic not enough space at the yard, so tack and equipment has to be carried to and fro, through other people “borrowing ‘ stuff, only for it to disappear , never to be seem again, or to mysteriously reappear in it’s rightful place anything up to a year later, filthy and/or broken, to having hens raise their chicks in my bedding! This is why, when I came here, I was really looking forward to having my own, spacious, well organised, tack room. Every thing to hand near the stables, no fetching and carrying, no borrowers, no hens! A place for everything and everything in it’s place.

So far it hasn’t happened like that.

Now that Breeze has joined us, I have had to relinquish the 12 X 12 unit that was always meant to be my tack room once and for all. Florence did live in there last winter, but I really thought I had it back and could get sorted. Suddenly though I’m back to square one!

So, to overcome this problem we bought a shed. A cheap, flimsy, 10 x6 garden shed. It’s all we could afford, and all we have space for. . If ever a building was inherently malevolent, it’s this shed of doom! It was described as quick and easy to erect. The shed has other ideas! 1. The floor is so weak that it bent and wobbled really badly under the feet of our 9 y.o. next door neighbour. There was no way it was going to hold all I need to keep on it., let alone Hal and I, AKA Mr & Mrs Bloater walking around on it. So Hal reinforced it with decking timber.

2. The newly reinforced floor is now too heavy for us to lift! We had to recruit back up to help us get it into position.

3. When we began to put it up, the wind got up to such a strength that no sooner was a wall up, than it was straight back down again! Also, while I was desperately trying not to become the record holder for the longest flight powered only by a panel of Feather Edge, that I realised exactly how low the roof was going to be!

4. So Hal has put a frame around the base to raise the so that, all of 5ft 3, me won’t keep banging my head!

5. So finally the walls are up, and the roof is on. Now for the roofing felt. 2 days, and near hypothermia later, it was finally on. What a p palaver!

6. Of course, because the walls had been raised, the doors have to be extended! Then, in the shed’s final attempt at thwaughting us, the doors were too wide and wouldn’t shut! Cue the planer and sand paper.

The shed arrived on 13th September. Was that an omen? We started trying to build it on 17th. We finally got the doors on yesterday, 3rd October!

I am about to embark on a massive game of, how many things can you fit in a matchbox.
Wish me luck